Semilla was intended to be a double entendre, but a cheap pun was not enough to say what I really felt. Semilla is a love letter to myself, to my wounds, to harm, both received and inflicted. Following the seasons we explore lust, love, change, and pain. Semilla becomes a reflection of the seeds I have planted throughout my life and their outcomes. I hope you enjoy these pages and find a place of comfort embedded in the lines. Espero que se reconozcan a través de leer estas palabras. Semilla es una fusión entre la relación que tienen las lenguas, maternas y ajenas.